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What is this? They come out, they don't even have any instruments, they got two record players, they're going <imitated scratching noise>... |
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Tonight I'm going to a DJ party! You know, a disc jockey party. I feel quite honored, as they asked me to do a little of my material at the party! |
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It will be a great opportunity for me. This is what I'm going to do for them! |
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Ah, come on!... Boo! Booo! |
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- What the hell? |
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- You know something, Scratchy? ... You got a problem. |
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Ah, come on! |
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...come on! |
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Ah, come on! |
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Let 'em have it! |
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- Ah, my arm! |
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And that, of course, is what he deserved for pretending to be a musician, when he was only a butcher. |
